9 "There's none of all my Sons above "So much my Image, or my Love; "Celestial Pow'rs thy Subjects are; "Then what can Earth to Thee compare? 10" David, my Servant, whom I chofe "To guard my Flock, to crush my Foes, "And rais'd him to the Jewish Throne, "Was but a Shadow of my SON."

II Now let the Church rejoice and fing
JESUS her SAVIOUR and her KING:
Angels his heav'nly Wonders fhow,
And Saints declare his Works below.

PSALM XC.. Metre i.

GOD, our Help in Ages paft,
Our Hope for Years to come';
Our Shelter from the ftormy, Blast,
And our eternal Home.

2 Under the Shadow of thy Throne
Thy Saints have dwelt fecure;
Sufficient is thine Arm alone,
And our Defence is fure.

3

Before the Hills in Order stood,
Or Earth receiv'd her Frame,
From everlafting Thou art GOD,
To endlefs Years the fame.

4 A Thousand Ages in thy Sight
Are:like an Ev'ning gone.;

Short as the Watch that ends the Night,
Before the rifing Sun.

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5 Time, like an ever-rolling Stream,
Bears all its Sons away;
They fly, forgotten, as a Dream
Dies at the op'ning Day.

6 Like flow'ry Fields the Nations ftand,
Pleas'd with the Morning-Light;
The Flow'rs beneath the Mower's Hand
Lie with'ring ere 'tis Night.

7 O GOD, our Help in Ages paft,
Our Hope for Years to come;

Be Thou our Guard whilft Life fhall laft,
And our eternal Home.

PART II..

8 THOU,LORD, haft weigh'd our ev'ry Fault,
And thine all-searching Eyes
Mark and arreft each guilty Thought-
Which veil'd in Darkness lies.

9. Our fleeting Days are fwiftly blown
Before thy angry Blast;

Our Years, like empty Tales, are gone,
Which fearce a Moment laft.

10 'Tis but a few whofe Days amount
To threescote Years and ten;
And all beyond that fhort Account,
Is Sorrow, Toil, and Pain.

II So teach us to compute our Days,
And fo our Hearts apply,

That fafely we, through Wifdom's Ways,
May reach Eternity.

12 Return, O LORD, and grant fome Rest
To all thy Servant's Woes;

Our Hearts, with early Mercies blest,
To holy Joys difpofe !

13 Let Heav'n fucceed our painful Years,
Let Sin and Sorrow ceafe;

And in Proportion to our Tears,
So make our Joys increase.

14 Thy Wonders to thy Servants show;
Make thy own Work complete;
Then fhall our Souls thy Glory know,
And own thy Love was great.

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PSALM XC. Metre ii.

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HEE, LORD, their Refuge, Thee alone, From earliest Age, thy People own: Thou, ere the Mountains rose to Birth, And, while unform'd the Heav'ns and Earth, For ever GOD!

2 A Thousand Years to thy Survey
Are as the Hours of Yesterday;
A Watch in Night one fcarce perceives
When prefent,-and when abfent leaves
No Trace behind.

3

Our Life, with all its Toil and Care,
Diffolves like Vapours in the Air;
Or as a Phantom of the Night
Glides by the weak, deluded Sight,

And scarce is feen.

4 Or like the Grafs which fprings to view,
By Show'rs refrefh'd, or early Dew;
Anon, beneath the Mower's Hand,
Swept down, all wither'd ftrows the Land
By closing Day.

5 Thine Eyes our inmoft Guilt can read,
Thy Prefence on each impious Deed
(That ftudious fhuns the Sight of Day)
Refiflefs darts its fearching Ray,

Thou JUDGE of All.

6 O who thy Terrors juftly weighs?
Who to thy Pow'r fubmiffive pays
Proportion'd Homage ?--Teach us, Thou,
To count Life's Moments as they flow,

And learn to die.

PART II.

7 RETURN, O GOD of Hosтs, return! How long fhall we thine Abfence mourn! Return, and let thy wonted Love

Our Sins fubdue, our Griefs remove

With fpeedieft Aid.

8 O vifit with enliv'ning Grace
Thy Servants lab'ring in Distress;
Regard thy Mercy's dear Defign,
And raife with Lenity divine

Their fainting Souls.

9 Thy bounteous Goodness, LORD, impart, And fill with Joy each drooping Heart: In thine Indulgence may we reft,

Since wretched Man alone is bleft

Beneath thy Smile.

10 On Souls devoted to be thine,
And on their Race, through Ages fhine
Their pious Labours deign to own,
Aid them in doing, and, when done,

Accept and bless.

[GOD,

PSALM XC. Metre iii.
ORD, Thou haft been thy Children's
All-pow'rful, wife, and good, and just,

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In ev'ry Age their fafe Abode,

Their Hope, their Refuge, and their Truft.

2 Great FATHER OF ETERNITY,
How fhort are Ages in thy Sight!
A thousand Years how fwift they fly,
Like one fhort, filent Watch of Night!
3 Uncertain Life, how foon it flies!
Dream of an Hour, how fhort our Bloom!
Like Spring's gay Verdure now we rise,
Cut down ere Night to fill the Tomb.

4 Teach us to count our fhort'ning Days, And with true Diligence apply

Our Hearts to Wifdom's facred Ways,
That we may learn to live and die.

PART II.

5 WITH Mercy, LORD, revive our Hearts,
And tune our grateful Songs of Praise;
And let the Joy thy Smile imparts
Enliven all our future Days.

6 O make our facred Pleasures rife,
In fweet Proportion to our Pains,
Till ev'n the fad Remembrance dies,
Nor one uneafy Thought complains.